“Right then… let’s summarize this, shall we?”
Kim Sung-jin let out a weary sigh before turning his gaze to the camera.
Beyond the lens, his audience awaited.
Addressing them directly, he began.
“I’m not even a former pro; I type with the ‘eagle-claw’ method (TL Note: A slow, two-finger typing style); I lied about smoking real cigarettes to look cool, only to be caught with an e-cigarette; and I can’t even use chopsticks properly, spearing side dishes with a fisted hand… and I lost to someone like that?”
[Face reality, face reality, face reality, face reality]
[Siri, you’re getting old too….]
[<<<< Former pro who got stomped 3 times in a row by an amateur lololol]
[??? : Hmm… seeing as you can’t multitask, you must be a bit older haha]
[<<< Lost to strategy after an unprotected early expansion]
[Siri, Siri…. Losing the last match with your main and then making excuses is just pathetic.]
[Legend lolololol]
[But honestly, he was pretty good]
The chat window, now a torrent of playful taunts, began to relentlessly tease Kim Sung-jin.
Overwhelmed by a sense of utter defeat, he squeezed his eyes shut.
This, he knew, was the karmic burden one had to bear after broadcasting under the esteemed title of a former professional, only to be utterly defeated by an amateur.
Thus, Kim Sung-jin’s only recourse was to press the ‘end broadcast’ button and make his escape.
